SPURRING US ON TO GREATER THINGS . . .

Australia, sundrenched, parched, diversity and colour
even before discovery by the men of the Endeavour
since beginning of time, plagued by floods and fires
came the convicts, landed gentry, some real triers

Coming to better themselves in this great unknown land
some buildings, silent testimony to them, still stand
great hopes were raised, many dreams of riches shattered
tried to make the most of things to them that mattered

Some found gold, others from poor soil a hard living wrested
dreams and lives in easy street, hope, sorely tested
convicts, murderers, pious men, many different races
gamblers, drunkards, a sense of deja-vu on their faces

Answereing the call to arms, the adventurous, the brave
some returned as ANZACS, some buried in faraway grave
they made history, they never flinched, knew no fear
they stood up to be counted, for what they held dear

As we are here today, surely we have to stop and ponder
what's in store for the next generation, makes one wonder
let us be proud of our heritage, our land, our Aussie folklore
spurring us on to even greater things since the Endeavour